Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Georgia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Moleskins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Associates,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
The Mummies,
The Move,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
The Barracudas,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.